Beautiful Soul

She looks into the mirror…What does she see? Aeropostale, plastic. Magazine Dealt a lot of blows that she couldn't take back Bit the apple of society, now she wears Mac Even though she's beautiful, she don't really think so Reflection in the mirror, but her soul's out the window Empty inside, swallowing pride Looks like a barbie doll but she feels like a halloween bride All of the - parties and rides can't give her the strength Hardly home, working just to pay that rent May that scent - be an aroma to y'all Shot her down dreaming, so she's in a coma to y'all At least she does, what she thinks is necessary I know she's tired of this, blessed weary How can she put up with this pain? Resist the trauma? Every night she hears these words, "I love you Mama." High heels, shorts skirts and tank tops 17 already know how to thank cops Plus her sister looking up to her, learns from her She's seems cool but you don't know how she burns under She's the oldest, always had to be the leader She's at a table playing cards and she hates the dealer (life) Mom and Dad thinks she's only trying to get away Unbeknownst to them she's only for a better way Every day, she cries long People interpret the look inside her eyes wrong They say it's sex, they say it's drugs Her emotions always being swept under the rug She's lost doesn't know what to do Trying to catch a break, but all she catch is 22 Struggles with this pain and it hurts so deep That's why the pills rock her to sleep She's at the club…Leaves with an idiot His car is a wreck, his apartment is hideous He's hidden' things, he'd never tell her bout em But rest assured, he's not gone let her leave without em Everybody knows, they call her hoe Hanging with the jerks because that's the only way she knows to go Only worth the sex, that's what she allows But she can't change because nobody's trying to tell her how She'll use the make up as a Mask…Error Trying to hide behind the eyelashes and the mascara She's such a mess, such a wreck Swimming with sharks in some bloody water past her neck Dirty dancing…Castanets She's a long lost fish, somebody cast a net Jaded to the faces and she's got her heart sectioned off Beautiful Soul, but her direction's off…